1959: "beyond the sea" by bobby darin (also i'm mad cause this is ONE year off from my favorite drifters song which is "save the last dance for me")
1964: ohhh there's "you really got me" by the kinks, "come see about me" by the supremes and of course "the house of the rising sun" by the animals
1973: this is not turning into a primer on 73 in music but god was it a good year. "dream on" by aerosmith, the entirety of pink floyd's dark side of the moon album, "desperado" and "tequila sunrise" by the eagles, "higher ground" by stevie wonder, "la grange" by zz top, "piano man" by billy joel, "ballroom blitz" by sweet?? all so good.
1988: an even BETTER year for music. "under the milky way" by the church, "fast car" by tracy chapman, "every rose has its thorn" by poison, the iconic "i hate myself for loving you" by joan jett and the blackhearts, six of the ten songs on paula abdul's "forever your girl" album (specifically "forever your girl", "straight up", "cold hearted", "knocked out", "opposites attract" and "the way that you love me"), "i'm gonna be (500 miles)" by the proclaimers, "born to be my baby" by bon jovi (from their unfortunately named album "new jersey"), "listen to your heart" by roxette, "eternal flame" by the bangles and "do you believe in shame?" by duran duran...
1988 also holds the dubious distinction of being the year that spawned milli vanilli (my sympathies to the actual singers behind it)
I cannot express enough that if your reaction, as a hobby artist, to not getting that many notes on your art is to say "maybe I should just stop doing art altogether" you need to stop posting art to tumblr
not necessarily forever, not even for long, but just stop putting your art on here and start doing it for you again, remember why you enjoyed doing art in the first place and stop relying on the attention of faceless people on the internet for your enjoyment of your hard work
believe me, I get it, nothing crushes the artistic soul quite like labouring for hours on a piece only for it to get like 10 notes, so you need to find your own source of joy in the act of creation and a lot of the time that means making art and not showing it to anybody
girls be like "I'm normal" and then they'd be giggling and kicking their feet thinking about Casper videocalling them just to tell them to look outside the window (I'm girls)
Message for my fellow white people: this is about someone shining a huge spotlight on abuse and calling out an abuser, it's not just some fun drama to gossip about until you move on to something else. If you can't grasp it's something way bigger and more important than '"two guys beefing'' then you don't need to insert yourself into conversations about it
Highlighting the artist who made Simon "Ghost" Riley such a compelling imaginary boyfriend for us all - his actor Samuel Roukin.
Sam's vibes are so, so different from Neil Ellice's in-your-face "Look at me, I'm amazing!" (you are, lovie, you truly are) or Barry Sloane's Hot Boy flirtatiousness.
Sam knows he's The Shit and he doesn't preen. He just lets us notice.
Look at him slip in and out of Ghost's gravelly drawl like it's a piece of silk.
I love his subtle, self assured, ginger beanpole ass.
I know you currently aren’t taking asks but could you eventually draw cass and clayface doing a Shakespeare play? She was never happier and never had a bigger smile on her face than in those moments